“Poor old Lorry,” and kissed her affectionately.
Then with a little laugh:
“I suppose you weren’t going to have any lunch at all, but I’m frightfully hungry. I hope to goodness there is something in the house.”
“Run and tell Jean to see cook about it, there’s a dear. I must bathe my eyes and try to look presentable.”
While they lunched Hal chatted of many things, but she noted that Lorraine was looking thin, and seemed to have something on her mind, while she made no attempt to eat what was placed on her plate.
When she was pulling her gloves on later she asked:
“Why don’t you take a week’s holiday and go into the country, Lorry?… It is no use going on until you are ill, as you did before.”
“I think I must ask about it. I feel as if one week would do me a world of good. How is Sir Edwin? Have you seen him lately?”
“We played golf on Saturday.”
A white look came suddenly into Hal’s face, and she riveted her attention on an apparently tiresome fastener as she asked, with the greatest show of unconcern she could muster, the question that brought her there.